Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the
We Yeah
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Bey?
Don

Man, this one for the who hold me down so we forever on the rise
Long as I got charts, never me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you looking for the leaks
Been to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the
On the phone with my dad trying to handle whats out of
we used to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man all those times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
Rappers who was shit, lately I can't feel that shit
used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
as my nigga IB, what up to Don C
The most player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first (Holly's?)
We came a long way from hands together like God Please
Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind out
Yeah I that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), watch me my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its
Oh boy, I that spiritual
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm more show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like savior of this shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned life could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand still is the
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a
Crazy what a bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that can't my hand even if they palm read
Got a girl at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her to music that she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is fuel
I'ma take this profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the
in this bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my like I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for spot then I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it
Beware of the niggas who abandon when your was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white raft it

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just around
We was in three different today, man
out to my old team
Man, we been going hard as
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe shit
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts into shit
My damn near gone
I don't know its like 5 in the
We ain't slept in days
We do from the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's time to get it,
Countin over money
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